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of cleavage. One lacy edge had barely covered the rosy tip of her nipple.
    Oh, yeah, his body was on full alert, ready and reporting for action.
    Apparently, he wasn’t the only one to notice that. “So how long have you been having sex with my sister?” Skye demanded.
     
     
    Julia heard voices. Which was strange because she lived alone. Had she left the television on last night? What day was it? A work day? No, Sunday. Today was Sunday.
    Her brain hazily gathered the pieces of her consciousness. She’d never been one to jump out of bed all bright-eyed and full of energy.
    Then it hit her.
    Last night. Luke carrying her home, half-naked. Her family. Here. In Serenity Falls. Disaster. Big time.
    After her hot bath the night before, Julia had simply crawled into her bed and passed out from exhaustion. Or maybe sleeping had just been an avoidance technique for her. Or a coping mechanism.
    It was barely seven in the morning, but she knew her mother loved greeting the sun every morning with a special chant she’d learned from an Indian shaman.
    Julia didn’t want to leave her bed. She sleepily gazed around the room, which was decorated exactly the way she wanted it in calming shades of soft blue. Antique David Roberts prints adorned the walls. Her floral sheets had a thread-count a queen would envy, pampering her every time she slid into bed. She loved her bedroom, which had taken her months to finally get just right from the crystal chandelier to the Victorian birdcage. Her surroundings soothed her . . . normally.
    But today wasn’t normal.
    Reluctantly, she got up and peeked out the window. The soft texture of the carpet was familiar beneath her bare feet. So was the view beyond the cream brocade drapes she cautiously moved aside. Daylight was just starting to break, the sun’s rays creeping above Mrs. Selznick’s roof behind her house.
    There was no sign of her mother. Maybe Julia had dreamt last night? Maybe it had all been a nightmare caused by the corn dogs the Junior Women’s League had been selling?
    Then she caught sight of Angel, wearing a flowing purple skirt and a thick sweater along with her trademark hand-knit cap and scarf. This set was in shades of orange and fuzzy pink.
    Julia needed caffeine. Badly. Yawning, she tugged on a microfleece baby blue robe and headed downstairs to her automatic coffee maker. Once in the kitchen, she could hear her mom talking outside the door.
    “I hope you slept well last night, Ricky and Lucy. I know this isn’t California, but I think you’ll eventually settle in here if you leave yourself open to the experience.”
    Great. Her mom had people camping out in Julia’s backyard last night.
    Julia refused to feel guilty about that.
    But she should offer them something for breakfast.
    She opened the door and stepped outside. It was definitely nippy out. She could see her breath. “Mom, did you want to invite your friends inside . . . ?”
    Angel turned. “Oh no, dear. The llamas aren’t house-broken. Yet.”
    Julia blinked. “Llamas?”
    Angel nodded. “Lucy and Ricky. Their previous owners named them. They were fans of The Lucy Show .”
    “You put llamas in my backyard?”
    “Of course. As I said, they’re not housepets.”
    “What are they doing here?”
    “Waiting for breakfast.”
    “What are you doing with llamas?”
    “Feeding them.”
    “I mean, why do you have a pair of llamas?”
    “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’ve started a new venture. Luna Llamas. I’m starting small, only two llamas. But I hope they’ll breed and I’ll have babies. Well, Lucy will. Ricky and I will be there for moral support.”
    Julia was speechless.
    Her mother wasn’t. “Llamas are excellent fiber producers. You shear them every other year usually. They have a dual fiber fleece. The fiber is hollow, which makes it excellent for creating warm clothing. And the fact that it’s oil free makes it a spinner’s dream. We’ve got a spinning wheel out in the VW van. Aren’t